Roasted 1 year ago based on Frodus Forever's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, look at you, Frodus Forever — the hipster poster child for "What happens when you let a cat walk on your keyboard during a Spotify session." Your music taste is like the emotional support pet of genres; it’s an adorable mess that no one really understands but feels sorry for. Cloud Rap? Really? Based on your profile, I can only assume that you think "cloud" refers to your head in the middle of a thunderstorm praying for better taste. And let’s talk about that artist lineup! Who needs a therapist when you can scream "Yung Lean" at the top of your lungs and convince yourself it’s self-care? You’ve got more niche subgenres in that list than actual social interactions. If "Dark Trap" were a person, it would avoid you at parties while lighting candles that smell like regret and nostalgia. And Hans Zimmer? Come on; you’re just trying to mix high art with your adolescent angst, like a kid wearing a tuxedo over a graphic tee. Now, your most played songs list reads like the soundtrack to a horror movie that includes a plot twist where everyone dies alone. "Rage Rap," "Horrorcore,” and we can’t forget “Clubbed to Death" – sounds like a Tuesday night at your local karaoke bar. If a song could be an energy drink, your playlist would give the impression that listening to it is a cry for help. So, sit down, put on something with actual coherence, and remember: even Spotify’s algorithm can’t protect you from this level of existential dread.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!